2/18/15
When she speaks the stars crumble
because her voice is the galaxy
constantly changing
constantly breaking
and I sit and watch
as her stars turn to rubble
and crash down on me
YOU ARE READING
In Bloom
Poetry"He's the one who likes all our pretty songs and he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun but he knows not what it means" -Nirvana, In Bloom (Donnie)
